I need no one to keep my track,
I seek no one to watch my back,
I have no one but heart still swells,
I got no one to save me from hells!

I ride on the dimness of darkness,
I feed on the limpness of light,
At least shadows can harness,
My pains to my plight!

I can sleep over the clouds with dry sheet,
I can walk in the street with damp feet,
I can climb the mountains of elite,
Run short of oxygen still breathe!

I want no one to pick me from groups,
I stand alone amid the mixed soups,
They shake it and stir err in loops,
To blend the tune into their troops,
End up being noobs to exclaim oops!

I hire no mime to do my work,
I require no time to finish the same,
I flaunt no tantrums to calm your irk,
You’re free to do yourself a favour,
To label and call me as lamer,
I can’t help being a hall of famer,
Won’t stoop down to tame you in captivation,
I own myself in gratis but not a tamer!

A friend managed a disaster,Running wild if not faster,On my body, a ramp of gluttony,Situate at destination fashion city,While Paris is draped in plaster!

I drilled few eyes to that wrap,That covered the darkness to a scrap,Wrote my dreams with an uncouth marker,Spoiled spread sheet with a vintage Parker,Now stuck in my own gauge of trap!

I try to hold on still so bad,To reconcile with the patch of being a lad,What do I do of this glory?When all I state is in a state of sorry!Tailors can’t stitch my ruptured clad,It kept me vulture for the rotten reds,Veins bleed vanities for my predatorships,I prefer stainless steel for the shallow clips!

May I hover on curtains?Should I seek permission to end?Don’t fall onto severe cushions,Cotton once broken, irreparable to mend!